It's not the ocean, it's a lake! It's not chill, like coastal breezes; but hot like
Mojave!
But it's better than staying home, and camping at Desolation Park, five feet from our mobile home. That's like sleeping on a city bench; a gawkers paradise.
Papa likes to camp off the beaten path. I think Papa and Milo are arrogant about off the grid camping, and sleeping among the bobcats and mule deer, Papa would say, "Don't need the business of neighbors, now do we?" and Milo would say, "Are we warriors or mice?!"
Papa and Milo went rabbit hunting, and left me behind, again. Grann, I don't think I'll ever go hunting with Papa and Milo, but you can be sure as the sun always rises that I'm the one that cleaned all four of the rabbits, the three Papa caught and to rub salt in my wound, I had to clean Milo's rabbit. If you ask me Milo is a
bourrique!
It was a busy day today, I not only cleaned all the rabbits, but Ma mere, the twins and I spent our morning collecting salmonberries and strawberries.
Ma mere says we have enough berries to make a few jars of jam.